Tomorrow's Promises (Bellingwood Book 7) by Diane Greenwood Muir Page A

call and put the phone back down, then picked up the glass of water and took a long drink. When she looked up, her three friends were staring at her.
    "It's your wedding party tonight," Sal said.
    "So?"
    "So, you're getting too involved in someone else's problems. You should be celebrating."
    "Her problems don't go away just because I'm having a party. Her husband has had a heart attack and her daughter is missing. Really missing. Do I need to further elaborate?"
    Bunny put her wine glass down. "I don't know how you do it, Polly."
    "Do what?"
    "Make me feel so guilty."
    "How did I do that?" Polly looked at the other two and they seemed to be in agreement with Bunny. "What?"
    "You're always so nice. None of us would have even taken the time to talk to that guy yesterday, much less invite him to stay in our place and then call hundreds of people. You make me feel like a heel just for living."
    "Oh stop it. You all have your things that you do. And if someone needs you, you're right there." She turned on Drea. "When my friends called and told you that Joey had taken me, you dropped everything and brought in your brothers to rescue me. Then you took me home and made sure I felt safe that night."
    "But you're my friend. I wouldn't do that for strangers."
    "If I called you on Monday and told you that someone I knew was in desperate need of your help, you'd take care of them, wouldn't you? If one of your brothers told you that they had a friend who needed help, you'd take care of them. Right?"
    "I suppose."
    "I'm not anything special. I just do what I have to do. This woman isn't going to interrupt my party tonight. She's going to show up and I'll ask Jeff or Eliseo to help her find her room. Then tomorrow after I've slept off whatever amount of alcohol I've consumed, I'll see if there's anything else I can do to help her before we get on the road on Monday. I'll show her what I've done and maybe she and her husband can search for their daughter now that she's in Iowa. It's no big deal."
    Sal sat down beside Polly, nudging her closer to Drea so that she could have more room. "It is a big deal, Polly. You're a big deal. And we love you." She wrapped an arm around Polly and hugged her. "You're pretty special."
    Bunny sat down on the table in front of the three of them and leaned in for a hug. "You are special, Polly. You're the only person in the world who loves me even when you tell me to get over myself. And I still love you even after you do that. Because you're always right."
    "Is this some weird pre-wedding party huddle, too much wine, or have I walked into something scary?" Henry asked.
    The girls popped apart and Polly gave a startled giggle. "Something scary. What's up?"
    "Oh, nothing. I'm going to take a shower so the bathroom is ready for you later."
    "Ohhhhh," Polly's three friends moaned as a group.
    "He's so sweet," Bunny said. "I wish ..." before she could finish her sentence, she stopped and smiled at Polly. "I wish every man on earth were as wonderful as he is."
    "He wouldn't mess around with me a little while ago," Polly said in a stage whisper to her friends. "He's a fuddy-duddy."
    "Well, thank goodness!" Drea said. "I know what you're like when you get tipsy." She turned around and looked at Henry, who had turned bright red. "We feel for you. Do you want us to corral her while you shower? She might lose control again."
    He shook his head and walked away from them to the bedroom, then turned back to them, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his Hawaiian shirt and spread the lapels apart. "Fuddy-duddy this," he said and turned on his heel before opening the door to go into the bedroom.
    "Oooooh," they moaned in unison.
    Polly smiled. "You might think that because he's such a good guy, he's boring."
    "Apparently not," Bunny said, fanning herself with her hand. "That was a nice looking chest, too."
    "All mine," Polly said.
    Sal stood and said, "I'd better go back to Mark's so I can get ready. He's not as polite and